Norma Egan - The curious maid

Well, now he knew. He knew that Michelle liked to spy on the guest, secretly watch them while they balled, and liked to play with herself when she watched. It was the most embarrassing and humiliating thing that had ever happened to her. With a little sob, she whipped her sticky hand out of her pants and blushed scarlet.

Benton looked very stern. He put a finger to his lips and then indicated that she was to leave quietly with him. They managed to get out of the room without Jay and Kristi noticing. They walked briskly down the hall till they were out of earshot from Sommers' suite.

"Well, Miss Ames," Benton said coldly, "I hope you have an explanation for this outlandish behavior."

Michelle stifled her tears of hysteria and told herself that she had to stay calm. There might still be a chance of keeping her job if she just stayed cool and used her wits. She took a deep breath and looked Benton in the eye.

"I-I think I can explain it, Mr. Benton." she said.

"I hope so," he said dryly. "Let's go to my office. I don't want any of the guests to know about

this."

On the way down in the elevator Michelle wondered how she'd been crazy enough to think she could keep her job. She couldn't think of anything to say to Benton that might excuse her behavior. She'd fucked up, that was all, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Benton escorted her into his office and closed the door. He folded his arms across his chest and looked sternly at her. Michelle started.to tremble.

"Okay," he said, "let's hear it. Tell me why you were watching Jay Sommers get laid and why you were frigging yourself. I'm DYING to hear your explanation, Michelle."

Michelle wanted to drop right through the floor and disappear. She'd never felt so embarrassed in her whole life. How, indeed, was she going to explain why she was spying on the guests and masturbating while she watched them? She could hardly tell the truth-that it had been exciting and fun.

"I, uh, accidentally walked into the next room," she said lamely, "and then I got to watching, and then I-well, I guess I just got carried away. I'm sorry, Mr. Benton, it won't happen again."

"You better believe it won't," said Benton. "It can't, because you're fired."

"Oh, NO," Michelle gasped.

She just couldn't lose that job. It was hard enough to find summer work in that small town, but very few jobs paid as well as this one. She needed to save her money so she could many Kurt. Mid how could she possibly explain to her parents how she'd lost her job?

"Oh, please, Mr. Benton," she begged, "give me another chance. After all, no harm was done. Nobody saw me except you."

Ray Benton studied the girl's stricken face and thoughtfully stoked his beard. "You're pretty desperate to keep this job, aren't you?" he said. "It must mean a lot to you, Michelle. Is that true?"

"Oh, yes," she said fervently. "I really need the money, Mr. Benton. If I don't save my money, I won t be able to get married next year."

"Then you'd do anything to keep this job?" Benton asked.

"Oh, yes, sir," Michelle blurted. "You just name it, and I'll do it."

There was a long silence while Benton studied her. Michelle wondered how a guy who probably wasn't thirty yet had come to be manager of the hotel and to have so many responsibilities. He must be very talented, very ruthless, or both. At last he moved closer to her, so close she could feel the warmth of his: body, and seemed to study her even more intently.

"According to your application, you're eighteen," he said. "I hope you didn't lie about that."

"Oh, no," said Michelle. "I can show you my birth certificate."

"I'll take your word for it," Benton said. "I just wanted to be sure." He trailed off and suddenly slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. Michelle, astonished, went stiff. Benton's hot fingers slid under her shirt and caressed the firm silky skin of her waist.

"So you'd do anything to keep this job?" he said with a slight smile. "All right, Michelle, I'll give you another chance. Let me make love to you-right here and now-and I'll forget what I saw this afternoon."

Michelle felt herself slowly reddening. My God, what a choice. She'd never thought about balling Ray Benton. The man she wanted to give her virginity to was Jay Sommers. And right now she wasn't so sure she wanted to ball anybody. She remembered the brutal pounding Jay had given Kristi's cunt. Oh, Christ, what was she going to do?

"Make up your mind, baby," Ray said impatiently. "I've got work to do."

"It's not easy to decide," Michelle said. "I'm a virgin, Mr. Benton."

He looked astonished. "You're kidding," he said "I didn't know there were any virgins loft in this country, at least over fourteen."

"Well, I am," Michelle said, her face red, "and I'd planned to stay that way till I got married-so it isn't easy to decide about your offer. But I really need this job." She begged shamelessly, hoping

he'd let her off with some easier punishment.

But the idea of her being a virgin only excited Ray Benton. "Far out," he chuckled. "Listen, you let me pop your cherry, honey, and you can spy on all the guests you want, provided you're careful, of course. Come on, we can go in here."

Before she could answer, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her after him. He opened an inner door of his office, which she'd thought was a closet, and led her into a small windowless room with a leather couch and a portable bar. He locked the door securely and started unknotting his necktie. He grinned eagerly at Michelle.

"Go ahead, baby, get undressed," he said.

Michelle swallowed hard. "Mr. Benton," she said nervously, "I really haven't made up my mind yet. Could you give me another day?"

"I could," he said, starting to unbutton his shin, "but I won't. I don't have to. I hold all the cards. So fuck me now or lose your job, kid. It's that simple."

Michelle started to cry quietly as she stepped out of her shoes. She wanted more time to think, but she knew she couldn't lose this job. Those five dollar tips from Jay Sommers were just the beginning and it was too late in the summer to find other work. She'd just have to let Ray Benton ball her. She had no choice.

"That's better," he said with satisfaction.

Michelle didn't have very many clothes to take off, so she dawdled and undressed as slowly as possible. She found herself curious to look at Ray Benton, too. After all, he was a pretty attractive guy. As he removed his shirt and t-shirt, she saw

that his chest was hard, tan and matted with golden-brown hairs. He was in good shape, his arms tautly muscled.

He slipped out of his pants and then his shorts, and Michelle was gawking again. Well-muscled tan legs, flat belly, a lean hard young body-Ray Benton looked as good as Jay, if not better. His whiskers made him look like a hippie, but he was clean and well-groomed.

And then there was his cock.

Michelle didn't realize she was licking her lips while she stared at his cock. He had a stiff hard-on, his prick standing right up and hugging his belly. His pale blue-veined cock was longer than Jay's or Kurt's, eight inches of thick rigid meat. The purple head looked huge to her virgin eyes, and it was dribbling little streams of juice.

It was too big, she was sure of that. It was going to hurt terribly to take that enormous hard cock into her tiny virgin cunt. She didn't want to do it, but how was she going to get out of it? Desperately she tried to think.

"Whenever you get through admiring my dick, you can finish taking your clothes off," Ray said dryly.

Michelle blushed scarlet. She'd had no idea she was staring so hard and obviously. She quickly pulled her t-shirt off over her head, tousling her thick straight blonde hair. Ray looked at her grapefruit-size jugs and murmured his approval. His cock gave a horny lurch and spewed out more sticky cream.